A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 33: She’s Getting a Bit Ahead of Herself ☆

Chapter 33: She’s Getting a Bit Ahead of Herself ☆

“Sorry, Sato-kun… borrowing your handkerchief too… auu…”

Sitting on a lobby bench, Yamamoto-san looks dejected. In the theater, she cried so much she ruined her own handkerchief, so I lent her mine, resolving the situation.

I didn’t expect her to cry that much. I’m a bit jealous of her sensitivity. Crying over a movie is something I can’t do anymore. I only cry about my own life.

“Um… when you’re calm, it’s okay…”

I’m flustered by a girl crying in front of me, only able to wait until she calms down.

Once Yamamoto-san’s okay, we leave the theater. It’s almost 6 p.m., and even for a Friday, it’s probably time to head home.

“…Sato-kun, what did you think of the movie…? It might be hard to say with me…”

She asks hesitantly, likely scared to hear my thoughts after crying so much.

“U-Um… I thought it was great… the visuals were beautiful, and the story was solid…”

It’s my honest opinion, but my limited vocabulary makes it sound generic. Still, she sighs in relief, saying, “Good… I didn’t know what movies you like, so I chose one I wanted to see…”

It’s fine to pick a movie she likes, but a romance ending with a beach kiss scene isn’t great for my mental health. It’s meant for women or couples. Doesn’t she mind?

As I start to think, she pauses, then asks.

“S-So, if it’s okay… I was thinking we could talk more about it… if you don’t mind…”

Her suggestion thrills me. Wanting to talk more after the movie is a joy I can’t overstate.

But I lack movie knowledge to discuss, and it’s getting late.

“I-I’d love to, but… where? It’s getting too late to stay out in uniforms…”

She gasps, “Ah,” then speaks with an even more embarrassed expression.

“Sorry… I didn’t think it through…”

Her cute, downcast look makes me feel guilty for sounding critical. An awkward silence falls, and I panic.

I messed up. I dampened the mood. I made her uncomfortable. Maybe I should’ve just agreed completely.

As self-loathing creeps in, she looks at me and speaks.

“U-Um, then… w-would you like to come to my house…?”

Her house would solve the uniform issue and make returning home easier.

But my mind freezes at the thought.

“Um, I thought we could talk more… o-of course, if it’s a bother, you can say no… my invitation isn’t that…”

I don’t want to see her belittle herself. Putting my own issues aside, she shouldn’t feel inferior.

“…Yamamoto-san, if it’s okay with me… can I come over…?”

“Right, spending time at my house must be a pain… huh?”

She must not have expected me to agree, as she remains flustered even after I do.

I feel out of character doing this. But I vaguely understand that refusing might hurt her.

“My mom said she’d be home late, so don’t worry…”

Her words, shared as we walk through the residential area, are ones I wish she hadn’t said. It sounds like a first-time lover’s visit, making me unnecessarily nervous.

“H-Here’s my house…!”

Yamamoto-san’s house, near mine, is a large detached home. “C-Come in…” she says, unlocking the door. But at the entrance, she panics.

“Ah! Mom’s shoes… she said she wouldn’t be back…!”

As she mutters, a woman approaches leisurely from the hallway.

“Oh, Maki-chan, sorry, my dinner with mom friends got canceled…”

Noticing me, she meets my eyes. Her demeanor and words suggest she’s likely Yamamoto-san’s mother.

“Araa, isn’t that Shun-kun? Could it be… I see, Maki-chan’s finally… ufufu…”

Yamamoto-san denies it, “N-No, it’s not like that! Sato-kun’s just…” From her perspective, being mistaken for liking someone she doesn’t must be annoying.

“Sato-kun, huh… Fufu, it’s fine, Maki-chan. It’s just not like that yet… ah, sorry for ignoring you, Shun-kun. What’s up today?”

I explain we watched a movie together and came to talk about it.

“I see… take your time. I’ll call Kaori-chan too, okay?”

I recall Mom saying she’s close with Yamamoto-san’s mom. I’ll message Mom myself, but double communication shouldn’t be an issue.

Her slow, drawn-out speech and gentle demeanor match Yamamoto-san’s droopy eyes, clearly mother and daughter.

“Fufu, spring might be coming for Maki-chan too.”

And her chest is incredible—rocket-like, even larger than Yamamoto-san’s, maybe 100 cm. Despite her apron, they’re overwhelmingly prominent.

I can’t help staring. Her cheerful movements make them sway, burunburun, erotic even through fabric.

“S-Sato-kun…? Um…”

Yamamoto-san’s voice snaps me back. She must’ve noticed my staring, and I’m embarrassed, completely at fault.

“…Well, have fun, you two. Dinner can wait, okay?”

Her mom returns to the living room, and I message Mom, getting approval for staying late. Reporting to a parent about being at a girl’s house might mean my senses are numb.

“S-Sorry for the sudden… um, is my room okay…?”

I nod to her words. After that exchange with her mom, staying in the living room feels risky.

I’m hesitant to enter a girl’s room, but there’s no other option. Making such excuses, we reach her room.

“Here, come in.”

As the door opens, a floral scent wafts, fuwari, to my nose. Why do girls’ rooms smell so good? I thought the same at Asagi-san’s, but I’m such a gross guy that even the scent makes my cock react.

“Sorry, my room’s boring…”

She says that, but the feminine trinkets and decor are like another world to me. Her bookshelf, filled with novels and manga, reflects her literature club involvement.

“Tch, you have a lot of books…”

Muttering, I scan the titles. Many are unfamiliar, but some seem vaguely predictable.

As I casually look, she watches silently. But when I glance at the lower shelf, she moves. “…Ah! Not there!” she says, standing in my way.

Maybe there’s a book she doesn’t want seen. Everyone has things they’d hide. Since she brought me here right after returning, she had no time to conceal anything.

Realizing my carelessness, I bow.

“Sorry… I looked without thinking…”

She looks startled, then apologetic.

“Ah, no, I’m sorry for reacting! I should’ve hidden it if I didn’t want it seen… but I made you feel bad, yelling like an idiot…”

An awkward silence falls, and she looks down, dejected.

I can only say, “N-No, it’s my fault, you don’t need to apologize… really, sorry…!” in a pathetic, trembling voice.

“…You’re really kind, Sato-kun… not getting mad at my selfish actions…”

Muttering, head down, her beauty feels miraculous to witness.

“…Like the boy in the movie… always kind, caring for the girl… uuu… but, I’m, with you…”

She straightens, looking at me. Her large, slightly sleepy eyes lock onto mine.

As I brace for her to speak, she clenches her fists and continues.

“…I keep thinking about the day you touched me, Sato-kun…”

My heart shakes. That day, I was totally carried away.

“You were so kind that day… but you also showed an erotic side, and I was so happy… but when I heard you became Asagi’s lover, I thought you wouldn’t touch me anymore. She’s way cuter…”

Low self-esteem isn’t my place to criticize. But a busty beauty like her, who guys would ogle, shouldn’t say that.

Before I can respond, her words accelerate.

“…But you accepted my invitation… so for the past three days, I’ve been so excited…”

Her cheeks flush. She hesitates but widens her eyes, breathing heavily, and continues.

“But… haa, it’s not just excitement… my body won’t listen… every night, I make myself feel good… sorry, it’s gross to hear, but… I…”

She pauses, shakes her head. Her words, not just cute but erotic, grow sweeter and lewder.

“Sorry… I’ve been masturbating every night for a while…! Thinking you’re cool, Sato-kun, hoping you’d notice me by some mistake, with gross fantasies…”

Her masturbating to me—my brain overheats, even if I understand it on paper.

“Haa, you must despise me… it’s natural if you never talk to me again… but I can’t hold back…!”

She inches closer. I sense resolve mixed with her aura.

“Sorry, Sato-kun… just once, please, just once… accept me, even someone like me…!”

A flame of lust burns in her eyes. She corners me toward the bed.

“Haa… Sato-kun, just once… you can hate me after, just… me…!”

Yamamoto-san, on the verge of pinning me down, seems to have lost some rationality. Her mouth is half-open, her breathing erratic.

She reaches for my shirt. Am I about to be attacked by her?

“Y-Yamamoto-san! Wait a sec…!”

I grab her shoulders as she tries to push me down. No matter how irresistibly erotic she is, I fear this flow will ultimately hurt her.

“…Ah, I… aaaaaa…!”

The color drains from her face. Even I can see she’s turning pale.

“…I… I’m sorry… trying to take advantage of your kindness…”

Her tears fall onto my uniform. She pulls away, sitting on the bed.

“I… why am I… fugu… so hopeless…!”

I can only watch her sob. I meant to consider her feelings, but it backfired.

“I thought I could get closer to you, Sato-kun… but because of me…!”

Without thinking, I blurt out.

“…It’s not your fault, Yamamoto-san…!”

If this continues, she’ll destroy herself. A girl who’s done nothing wrong shouldn’t blame herself because of someone like me.

“Um, I stopped you because I thought you’d blame yourself later…”

I need to explain properly.

“Y-You’re kind, Yamamoto-san, so you might think you forced me when I didn’t want it… so I wanted to talk it out.”

My words might be incoherent, but she listens, teary-eyed.

“Um, I was surprised… but not at all unwilling. I find you attractive, Yamamoto-san, so… I wanted to say it clearly…”

I exhale, steeling myself for what’s next.

“…If you want, Yamamoto-san, I’d like to… do those erotic things… and I’ll tell Asagi-san myself… please, don’t blame yourself…!”

The words come out smoother than expected. I know it’s scummy, and Asagi-san might get mad.

“Ugu, ugh, r-really…?”

Still, I want to honor her feelings as she holds back tears. If I can satisfy her desires, I’ll do anything.

“Y-Yeah… if someone like me is okay, with you, Yamamoto-san…”

I answer nervously, hoping I’m not seen as just a horny guy.

But Yamamoto-san starts crying again, not out of anger.

“…I’m so happy… really, sorry… this deserves getting turned over to the police… egu, fugu, accepting someone like me, you’re too kind…”

The word “police” makes me flinch. Normally, I’d be the one in trouble, but she doesn’t say that.

“N-No, I’ll tell Asagi… I’ll say I forced myself on you, Sato-kun, and disappear from both your lives…!”

She’s cornering herself again. I have to stop her.

“…N-No! I want to do erotic things with you too, Yamamoto-san… so we’ll tell her together…!”

I don’t know how Asagi-san will react. But she’s not the type to cast us out. I’m ready to be blamed or dumped.

But I don’t want Yamamoto-san to suffer.

“…Gusu, sorry, both of you… fuguu, thank you…”

I rub her back as she cries, staying by her side. It’s my first time in this situation, but I just want to be there for her.

Once she stops crying, we sit facing each other on the bed.

I’m about to touch her body—a voluptuous, erotic girl’s precious body.

“Um, Yamamoto-san… I know it’s late, but… is it really okay with me…?”

My usual lack of confidence makes me ask.

“Of course… I’m the one asking… my body might be gross, but… here goes…”

She takes off her blazer, revealing her blouse. Her massive, soft breasts strain against the white fabric, the blue bra visible underneath.

I’m weak to breasts, and I’m already fully erect.

“Uuu… my body’s really okay…?”

As she asks, she unbuttons her blouse. After what feels like an eternity, she reveals her provocative underwear.

“…Y-You’re looking again… I’m happy, but embarrassed…”

Unlike her earlier boldness, she shows shyness. Seeing her erotic figure, my excitement won’t stop, my gaze glued to her.

But maybe she senses my heavy breathing or base expectations. “…I-I’m taking it off…?” she asks, reaching for her bra’s clasp.

Unhooking it, her massive breasts spill out with a burun sound. The overwhelming cleavage, soft flesh, and darker nipples are right before me.

“Haa… sorry for my saggy breasts…?”

She apologizes again, but her giant breasts are incredibly erotic, stimulating me.

They look soft, overflowing with maternal warmth, and I want to suck on her large nipples. My lust is overflowing, my cock painfully hard through my pants.

And it’s already obvious to her.

“…Um, Sato-kun, if it’s not too much…”

She’s looking at my lower half. Her gaze has been there for a while, making me hold forbidden hopes.

“…C-Could you show me your cock… is that okay…?”

Her seductive words make my cock practically thrash inside my clothes.